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Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
people stare
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
(carefully to
and from moving
New and
Old things,while
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch
of air there)and
without breaking anything.
Once there ruled in the distant city of Wirani a king who was both mighty
and wise. And he was feared for his might and
loved for his wisdom.
Now, in the heart of that city was a well, whose water was cool and
crystalline, from
which all the inhabitants drank, even the king and his
courtiers; for there was no other well.
One night when
all were asleep, a witch entered the city, and poured
seven drops of strange liquid into the well, and said, "From
this hour he
who drinks this water shall become mad."
Next morning all the inhabitants, save the king and
his lord chamberlain,
drank from the well and became mad, even as the witch had foretold.
And during that day
the people in the narrow streets and in the market
places did naught but whisper to one another, "The king is mad.
Our king
and his lord chamberlain have lost their reason. Surely we cannot be
ruled by a mad king. We must dethrone
him."
That evening the king ordered a golden goblet to be filled from the well.
And when it was brought
to him he drank deeply, and gave it to his lord
chamberlain to drink. And there was great rejoicing in that distant city
of
Wirani, because its king and its lord chamberlain had regained their
reason.
A CRY OF SYNTAX
Till when
Will the honest human being
Be an absent pronoun
And the dwarfs
Who look
like "verbs"
Put down
And put up
Whatever they want
Whenever they want
A Heavenly Butterfly
With a butterfly like me
You don't need a net
For you can be
A flower in which
I
long to rest
I Release Your Wings
Don't enter
The cage of my heart
As a tame bird
Be free ..free..free
Fly high ..high ..high
Because
This is only how
I can
Adore you
Trapped In My Net
Like
a baby lion
You come strutting
Into my net
Asking to be caught
While we are both already caught
In the
cage of
Life
Belonging
Play as you wish
On my strings
For nobody owns
The keys of my violin
Except me
The Game Of Words
If you accept a woman
Born of nothing but words
And can give nothing
but words
Then I"ll bless
Our birth
Inside the womb
Of language
And I'll bless
The expected mess
Of our dream's sparkles
Resurrection
How delicious death can be
When I live
The resurrection
Of my heart
On your palms
Virgin
I wished
If I hadn't been born
If no hand had touched me
before
To be born virgin
On your hands
To teach me
The language of
Love
Word
By
Word
Adam And Eve
He promised her
Fields of wheat
He promised
Love and heat
She received
Waves
of
Hate
A Well Of Pain
I pour my pain
As a fall
Inside the well
Of your heart
And your
lips
Sip it
Drop by drop
Weeping
Wets The Poem's Dress
Don't wash
In the rain of my pain
So that you won't catch
The virus of writing
From the deepest point
Of the heart
Innocence
Your
heart
Has the taste of life
The colours of flowers
The sparkles of childhood
No hand has polluted
Your
child-like heart
No hand will pollute
The wings of a heavenly bird
That set off innocently
To the lap of
Fame
Expectations
Wish if I could have known
Your feelings about
A woman who
Writes you her heart
In ink
And serves it on a silent plate of
Friendship so that your lips
Can sip its fragrance
Drop by drop
But your childhood was
Against all
Expectations
In The Bathroom
The train of your love
Passed
me in a hurry
But it didn't smash my lamps
And it didn't
And it won't
Make love with my soul
In the bathroom
Three Men And One Word
One man
Plants my sky
With stars of the sweetest words
The second composes
these words
And plants them in my emotion
As his best best song
The third hunts them
As you may hunt a fly
To solve the puzzle of crosswords
Confession
My buds have never blossomed
On any branch
At any
time
Except
The moment your heart
Flirted
The strings
Of my affection
Moments Of Worship
As a migratory bird
Your wings landed
On the affection of my palm
I became your homeland
You became my
birth
Then farewell blew
And tore the virginity of happiness
And distorted our moments of worship
It wringed,
bewildered, wounded us
Then it threw us
Each in an
Exile
You Or The Poem
I have always been
Out of breath
After the steps
Of "some" man by my charms
To hunt "some" poem
But when
my heart fell in love
The "poem" began
Chasing, detaining, surrounding me
Hunting my strength
hunting
my weaknesses
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I yielded him my hand
Efficienttly
Swifftly
He pricked my finger
Blood errupted
The
doctor was taken back with amazment
In front of him was a fountain
That branched to form
A palm
tree in the horizon
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I yielded him my hand
He tearfully kissed my blood
And when his
tears dried up
I beheld a palm tree
On his lip
Errupting
O sweet spontaneous
earth how often have
the
doting
fingers of
prurient philosophers pinched
and
poked
thee
, has the naughty thumb
of science prodded
thy
beauty , how
often have religions
taken
thee upon their scraggy knees
squeezing and
buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive
gods
(but
true
to the incomparable
couch of death thy
rhythmic
lover
thou answerest
them only with
spring)
e.e.cummings
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Winter is icummen in,
Lhude sing Goddamm,
Raineth drop and staineth slop,
and how the
wind doth ramm,
Sing: Goddamm.
Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
An ague hath my ham.
Freezeth river, turneth liver,
Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
Goddamm, Goddamm, 'tis
why I am, Goddamm,
So 'gainst the winter's balm.
Sing goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm,
Sing goddamm, sing goddamm, DAMM
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